Richie looks over at the guy and then looks at his drink instead. "Knowing doesn't make it easier or better."
He puffs on his cigarette and watches the smoke curl up toward the ceiling.
"You can have a funeral and flowers and shit. That is always for the people left behind, anyways. Doesn't matter to the person who kicked it. Have the whole thing if it helps you. But knowing... I don't think it will make it better."
He taps off the ash. "If Eddie just fucking vanishes, he could be dead all over again. Could be fine. But either way he won't be here and I got no guarantee of seeing him again." Richie shrugs as though it doesn't matter but he's pale as a ghost even thinking about this. "Fucking sucks the same as when he bled out on me, honestly."
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He puffs on his cigarette and watches the smoke curl up toward the ceiling.
"You can have a funeral and flowers and shit. That is always for the people left behind, anyways. Doesn't matter to the person who kicked it. Have the whole thing if it helps you. But knowing... I don't think it will make it better."
He taps off the ash. "If Eddie just fucking vanishes, he could be dead all over again. Could be fine. But either way he won't be here and I got no guarantee of seeing him again." Richie shrugs as though it doesn't matter but he's pale as a ghost even thinking about this. "Fucking sucks the same as when he bled out on me, honestly."